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The mermaids poked their upper bodies out of the water, and Rimbaud also poked his head out of the water, holding a handful of dripping blonde hair.
Rimbaud's breathing was very fast. Before he came, his physical strength was almost exhausted. He searched nearly 100 kilometers of sea to find this point, and experienced such a battle. Although his face was still cold and calm, he was actually very tired. His chest was humming and heaving.
I wrote a lot at the beginning, almost 5,000.
Chapter 220
The engineers entered the ship's power compartment to maintain the engine damaged by the plesiosaur. After a while, the ship restarted and moved towards the nearest aphid pier, in order to escort the fishermen on board ashore.
Rimbaud was sitting on the railing of the ship of the PBB Shark Troop, holding a beer can issued by the crew, looking at the sea level in the distance, the fish tail hung long under the hull, Wei Lan also took a listen The beer leaned against the railing, and touched the can in Rimbaud's hand with the can: "Thank you for your help, big brother."
Rimbaud tilted his head slightly to look at him: "Where is the child I threw to you."
Wei Lan held up the beer can and pointed to the water refrigerator not far away for cold beer. The little mermaid baby was happily thrashing among the beer cans, with its mouth wide open with only one baby tooth.
The wounded mermaids were resting on the deck at this time. When the logistics soldiers distributed lunch boxes to the civilians, they also distributed a copy to each of them. The mermaids were all vigilant and cautiously took the tinfoil box with both hands. the sound of eating.
For the rest of their lives, the fishermen held their lunch boxes in fear. After eating two bites, they couldn't help choking. They wiped their tears with their salty sleeves. of salt stained their arms and rain boots.
An old man wiped the tears on his face with his hands and looked at the wreckage of the smashed fishing boat floating on the sea. In addition to being a wharf city with developed transportation and trade, Aphid City is also rich in premium seafood. The annual seafood import and export volume Surprisingly, many hard-to-catch seafood depend on these fishermen to go to the sea to find them. Many people have been engaged in fishing for generations, and a well-machined fishing boat is an asset as expensive as a house for them.
A while ago, the sea was closed to the sea by aphids, and the IOA allocated a huge sum of money as subsidies for coastal fishermen, but they could not live on these meager subsidies. Looking up, the days when there was no way out was scary.
Although they saved a life, the fishermen were not happy and looked sad.
The old man was still worried about the girl getting married this year, and the old couple wanted to give the dowry a good car. When they didn't know how to explain it when they got home, a wet and cold sharp finger touched him lightly.
The old man raised his head and met the mermaid's dull, confused face. The mermaid rested his hands on the ground, tilted his head to look at him, pointed to the lunch box in his hand, and the emerald-like fish tail gently tapped the deck.
"kimo, jijimuajeo? (do you eat)"
The old man handed him the lunch box in his hand and was swallowed by the mermaid attached to the tinfoil box.
The mermaid hiccupped and asked him, "kimo, glarbowei? (why are you sad)"
The old man didn't understand either, and shook his head helplessly.
The merman pointed to his eyes: "kimo, slam slap."
The old man was even more confused.
After half an hour of ineffective communication, the old man smiled helplessly and stroked the merman's hair: "I'm so stupid, I've been chatting with animals."
The mermaid finally felt that he understood what he meant, climbed up the railing, called back a few times, and plunged into the sea. His companions heard the call and jumped down one after another. The colorful fish tails slapped splashes on the sea.
Fifteen minutes later, the green-tailed mermaid first popped its head, holding a mass of water plants in its mouth, crawling up the hull with sharp claws in both hands, crawling back to the deck wetly, and spitting the dirty water plants in front of the old man.
The old man opened the dirty and slippery water plants with trembling hands, and his eyes widened suddenly, revealing the gold and fine gems inside.
The mermaids came up one after another with water plants wrapped in treasures in their mouths, and vomited in front of the military doctors and fishermen who had treated their injuries. People were stunned.
Wei Lan also opened his mouth in surprise, picked up the walkie-talkie and instructed the military doctors not to accept expensive gifts, then turned around and asked Lan Bo, "Is it okay for them to send so many things?"
"It's all garbage picked up from the sunken ship, just accept it." Lan Bo didn't care about those things, he took the pistol from Wei Lan's waist, removed the silencer, and fired a shot into the sky.
The fishermen hugged their heads and screamed, and the mermaids were also frightened. Rimbaud fired five shots in a row. The frightened mermaids jumped back into the sea from the deck and fled in all directions.
"I'll do this when I see a mermaid in the future." Rimbaud threw the pistol back to Wei Lan, "They're stupid and can't tell the difference between good and bad people, so don't give them the illusion that humans are easy to get along with, understand."
Wei Lan caught his gun, pursed his lips and nodded. He leaned back to the railing and took a sip of beer: "Don't worry, if they encounter trouble in the future, just ask our maritime patrol team for help."
After sailing for nearly two hours, the ship could vaguely see the outline of the city. During this period, it met a rescue boat team that came to support. The crisis on their side had been lifted, and the rescue boat went to search for trapped fishermen in other waters.
It was late, and the calm sea reflected the dark night sky. Rimbaud was very sleepy. He wanted to doze off even more when the cold sea breeze blew. The exhaustion struck. Rimbaud wrapped the railing with the tip of his tail and lowered his head for a nap.
The calm sea suddenly surged undercurrents, and Rimbaud sensed the strangeness of the sea, and suddenly opened his eyes.
The sea beneath the ship seemed to freeze, and a layer of smooth mirror surface was instantly spread out like a cold current, and the mirror surface reflected the starlight in the sky.
A pitch-black ghost hand rushed out of the mirror, grabbed the tip of Rimbaud's fish tail and dragged it downward. Rimbaud was startled, and slammed the fish tail away from the long and narrow ghost hand.
The ghost hand also quickly retracted like an electric shock.
There are more than one ghost hand, floating and climbing up like crazy seaweed, scratching deep grooves on the steel hull of the ship, making a harsh scratching sound that makes one's teeth go soft.